Posts tagged ‘moving’

March 22, 2014

M&M&The Cat

by ada

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cat tail

December 31, 2013

the year is going, let him go

by ada

2013 wasn’t exactly a bad year for me but it wasn’t a good one either. It was like just milling around, one step forward two steps back while nothing really makes sense and nothing ever happens. I’m quite relieved that this year is finally over. Yay 2014!

In contrast to last year this time I have numerous New Year’s Resolutions. Most of them are private, that I won’t discuss here. My resolutions regarding this blog are to

  1. be more personal. At some point along my way through 2013 this blog stopped being my personal diary and became a travel blog or rather a backup place where I uploaded some of the halfway acceptable photos I took of buildings. Which is fine too, I guess, but becoming so neutral was never my intention.
  2. post less and select and sort out my photos more strictly. Sometimes I really envy those beautiful, artistic photo blogs with simple designs and meaningful pictures and I have to remind myself that the purpose of my blog is not to cause visual joy to anybody out there but to collect and save my memories. Crappy pictures for crappy memories. Haha.
  3. improve my photography. Because even if this place most likely will never evolve into a beautiful, artistic photo blog, I still want to learn how to make my indoor pictures less blurry.
  4. write more about music. I totally get that nobody likes my music posts but me, haha, but hey, it’s my blog where I do as I please. And I don’t want to completely forget the person I was before the depression. That nice and intelligent person that had opinions and knowledge and was talented and her life wasn’t centered around iv pumps and artificial hearts. Not that there is anything wrong with artificial hearts.

So let’s remember some of the nice and/or important things I did or that happened in 2013:

I started the year with fireworks in Salzburg.


Milo was born shortly after that.

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Spring was beautiful (when it wasn’t raining).

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I visited 30 cities in 6 different countries during the year (I don’t count Salzburg and Budapest where I actually live and not just visit). My favourite places were rainy Venice…

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…and the beautiful synagogue of Třebíč.

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 I also paid a visit to the Dachau Concentration Camp.

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I hiked mountains…

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… got wet by waterfalls…

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…took boats to reach islands…

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…and cable cars to reach peaks.

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After a more than twenty years long hiatus I actually made two zoo visits this year. A trend I definitely want to continue.


I became an expert in mountain cemetery art…

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…and in carillon mechanics.

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I celebrated the opening of the Salzburger Festspiele…

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…documented folk festivals…

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…and politically critical art exhibitions.

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I bought my first DSLR. Technically spoken, it’s an SLT, but honestly, for me the definition doesn’t make any difference. I am not entirely happy with it, maybe it’s the kit lens and its huge barrel distortion and poor focusing skills; but it’s nice to have control over my choices. Unfortunately, I don’t really have any control over anything yet, so a lot of blurry, over or underexposed, out of focus photos are to come till I learn how to handle it properly. Don’t be too hard on me if I post the sixty-fourth slightly washed-out picture of the same blurred flower or distorted building. I also try not to over-edit my photos in order to make them less painful but it’s hard, really hard.

I also let my hair cut, after wearing it long for about ten years. This decision didn’t make me more beautiful (I still haven’t found out what makes me more beautiful, haha) but man, does it feel good to have it short! On my Good Hair Days I look like Dora The Explorer. On my Bad Hair Days… Oh well. On my Bad Hair Days I look a lot like Pumuckl. I usually have Bad Hair Days (not that this makes any difference). (Also, you’re welcome for my precious self-portrait, displayed in the true manner of the Mysterious Blogger’s Awkward Bedroom Mirror Selfie. At least it isn’t a Common Restroom Mirror Selfie entitled “what I wore today”. And you really can’t claim that I’d overflow this blog with my own self-portraits).

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In 2013 I also quit my job (twice) and moved (twice). I see a certain pattern here, haha. I guess I’m addicted to this feeling of freedom that comes with quitting jobs.


I left Salzburg…

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…and moved back to Budapest for a while.

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I started a course to specialize in Critical Care Nursing and Anaesthesiology, mostly because I missed using my brain and was so bored with the job they call nursing in Austria. Hungarian Health Care System has its (major? giant? monumental?) flaws but at least it isn’t boring for all that take actively part in it. Stressful? Yes. Boring? No.


I also had some family time with relatives I haven’t seen in two years…

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…and went a bit heavy on Christmas markets to overcompensate last year’s complete lack of festive feelings.

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At the end of the year Móricka turned two. He celebrated with smashing his cake to the floor. Unintentionally, of course.

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So this was (the nicer part of) my 2013. Let’s move on, please?

May 9, 2013

news from somewhere: on settling

by ada

That’s all the earthly goods I own (okay, I also have about 2000 more volumes of books stored at home in Budapest). Isn’t that much of property, is it? Well, it was a real pain to move all of it into the car-free zone of the Altstadt and I’m now convinced that I’m in the immediate need of some deep self-reflection, because I obviously have Serious Problems. Why on Earth, for example, do I own six pairs of blue jeans, why, why? I wear only one of them, always the same because  the other five don’t even fit (they never did. Why did I bought them on the first place? Am I insane?) Why did I collect eleven pieces of shirts that all give me that inappropriate looks of bursting breast buttons you can read about in cheap erotic novels? Why, why can’t I accept the fact that with a bra size of 75D the only clothes I should go with are burqas or glitter tops, depending on the situation? And why do I buy books in such raving attacks? I don’t even read anymore.

The truth is, I’m so tired of moving. I’m doing it since more than ten years. I want a constant life, a place which is mine, where painting the walls and putting pictures on them isn’t forbidden, where I can have my own furniture after my own taste instead of that of my landlord, where I have the place to display all my 2000 volumes of books in alphabetic order (even if I don’t read them anymore) and where nobody has the right to bother me with stupid problems like why did I put my name-plate on the right side of my post box instead of putting it on the left side of my post box. I want a lonesome island. I want to own that lonesome island.


August 24, 2012


by ada

Good-bye to my former apartment. Is it only me who thinks that this house has a real Hitchcockian atmosphere?

July 5, 2012


by ada

I’m trying really hard not to buy books because I know just too well how complicated moving becomes through having tons of them, and I’m moving quite frequently. I still have things stored in Graz and in Holland. Of course if you do have enough money it’s just fine (everything is fine if you do have enough money, haha) but if you don’t, it ends up being a serious issue. But not buying books is somewhat difficult for me, so I’m really proud of myself, because that’s all my library gained in two months. It could be much worse.

The mirror shows the delicate taste of my landlord. I hate it with my very heart.

March 31, 2012


by ada

Today we did a book decluttering with my sister. I personally own about 2000 books, about the half of them are stored in friends’ basements and storage boxes in Holland and Austria. My sister and my parents are of the same sort, and we live in a two-room flat of 50 sqare meters. And I didn’t mention the abnormal amount of music scores and the LP collection I also have yet. You can imagine the result. With one word: chaos.

For me it is really hard to give away books, even the ones I don’t particularly like. I received a fair amount of unwanted books as birthday presents or free copies for playing music on book presentations, and even if I know I will never read them, because, well, the structures of monetary economy and likes are somewhat out of my interest, it’s still difficult to make the decision. And I plan to collect all of my books at home because of the frequency I’m moving in and out of countries lately. That means another 1000 pieces are to find place for. It’s a frightening perspective.

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